Aug 2019
Just above the endless sky,
Beyond the clouds we fly.
Among the air as a whole.
I nearly lose my soul.
Lost in thought my head goes off.
In the distance I hear a cough.
If only it could wake me now.
I move my face and frown my brow.
A little bird flying by.
I wave and said it "hi".
She looked at me and flew me past.
I didn't want to see the last.
Opening my eyes I see my class.
I should pay attention to pass.
But only a minute or two I tried.
And back I was in my evening glide.
Beyond the clouds we fly.
Among the air as a whole.
I nearly lose my soul.
Lost in thought my head goes off.
In the distance I hear a cough.
If only it could wake me now.
I move my face and frown my brow.
A little bird flying by.
I wave and said it "hi".
She looked at me and flew me past.
I didn't want to see the last.
Opening my eyes I see my class.
I should pay attention to pass.
But only a minute or two I tried.
And back I was in my evening glide.
This poem is about not being able to focus your attention, and accidentally drifting off while important things are being said or done. It took me a while before I could controll my "daydreaming" in class, and it sure did ruin alot of classes for me in the past.
